Bilbo Baggins stood at the entrance of Erebor and watched Smaug flying away to Laketown. He did not think that he would be able to ever forgive himself if anything happened to the innocent humans down there, but he also knew that he could not do anything to help them. The dwarves would not be of any help, with Thorin starting to show the first signs of dragon sickness. He shook his head about the impossible situation, then he started to turn to go back inside.
Just before he reached the entrance to the tunnels, he spotted several black spots in the sky just at the edge of his vision. They rapidly grew bigger and soon Bilbo recognized them as several other dragons. The leading three were blue, red and green, with a silver, yellow and purple one following them. Each of them carried a rider on his back. They were halfway to the mountain when they suddenly stopped and looked down, before they all turned simultaneously and flew back the way they had come, leaving a very relieved Bilbo behind. The last he needed today were any more dragons, Smaug alone had been bad enough. He walked back inside, knowing that this day could be the last he saw the sunlight for a long time, if Thorin continued to be as stubborn as he had been since the arrival at Erebor.
However, if he had remained outside for a while longer, he would soon have realized that the newcomers had not meant to harm anyone. But the way it had happened, it would take Bilbo almost two weeks to see that.
